I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 280 Reshuffling the cards is inevitable

"Phineas, the Extension Spell is a high-level magic spell. We all know its function, which is to expand the space."

Having said this, Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the wall with the portrait, and came to the portrait of Phineas.

"You should have heard the discussion between Ian and I just now. What we need to isolate is the air, not the space. The space expanded by the extension spell is connected to the outside world. Newt's suitcase is the best example of."

"That's your ignorance." Phineas Black retorted, and then he turned his eyes to Ian.

"Boy over there, come here. For the sake of helping my great-great-grandson clear his grievances, I will teach you the Black family's unique magic and return this favor to you. Our Black family has no habit of owing favors."

Phineas muttered under his breath.

"Thank you for teaching me everything. As long as this magic is really useful, the Black family will no longer owe me anything." Ian said very decisively.

Don't say you don't owe him anything, just let him owe you a favor, but there's no need to say this.

"Okay! Remember your words, kid." Phineas's eyes flashed with intelligence.

Ian found that the portrait in front of him became a little different. If the portraits on the wall at the beginning, including Phoenix, were at most intelligent AI programs.

And now Phineas is like a robot that has awakened its autonomous consciousness in science fiction movies, Skynet in Terminator, or the Red Queen in Resident Evil, intelligent, autonomous and agile.

"The secret room of the Black family contains books recording this magic. The password is..."

Phineas said with a hint of sadness on his face. "I knew this magic before, and I could have taught you here. But...I am just a portrait now."

Before Ian could react, the sparkle in Phoenix's eyes disappeared and returned to the same expression as in other portraits.

"What are you looking at? Why are you so close? You two are so stupid that you can't let me tell you?"

Ian ignored the portrait and turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Professor? Just now..."

Dumbledore seemed already familiar with this.

"This is magic. You know I have said it more than once in the future. Even I cannot explore all the secrets of Hogwarts. And they..."

Dumbledore pointed to the rows of portraits of previous headmasters on the wall.

"They are all principals recognized by Hogwarts. Their portraits are actually not just portraits, they are also our heritage."

Ian rolled his eyes when he heard this, what did he say?It's true that listening to you is better than just a few words.

However, he could also see that Dumbledore did not want to explain too much on this matter, and he also knew enough not to dwell on it.

"You will know later, but not now." Dumbledore seemed to feel that his explanation was too perfunctory, and rarely said a few more words.

"I don't intend to delve into too many secrets!" Ian waved his hand. He really didn't care about these so-called secrets now.

Finally, he continued to ask:

"By the way, do you go to the Black family's secret room or should I?"

When Phineas gave the password just now, he did not avoid Dumbledore at all, which meant that either of them could go now.

"Don't you want to go?" Dumbledore was a little surprised. Asking this proved that Ian didn't want to make this trip. You must know that this is the Black family's book collection, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

"Can you help me?" Ian asked rhetorically first, and then said: "Compared to me, you may gain more from being a professor."

Ian expressed two meanings in one sentence.

Dumbledore understood both of these meanings.The first rhetorical question is whether it will help. The answer is of course no. For wizards at their level, not just a few cherished magic books can help. No matter how many books they read, it will not help their strength.

The second meaning was even simpler, and Dumbledore had to admit that he gained far more from going to the Black family secret room than Ian did.

The understanding of the extension spell alone is not something that Ian can catch up with now.

"Okay, I get it!" Dumbledore stopped refusing.

"That's right, our purpose is the same." Ian said with a smile.

Yes, the purpose is the same, to give Muggles a way out.

"But before that, I hope you can convince Professor Snape."

Ian knows very well that when studying potions, there is always one person who cannot be avoided, and that is Snape, the contemporary master of potions.

But for this arrogant professor, he was very helpless at times. He couldn't point his wand at him and force him to study. Not to mention whether it would be effective or not, the kindness he had felt in the past made him unable to do anything.

Moreover, Snape really had no Muggle relatives. As a half-blood prince, his only Muggle father only brought him a childhood of domestic violence.

Let him help Muggles?For what reason? Does Dumbledore's love know no bounds?

"Leave it to me, Sifu, and I will convince him."

"That would be great! In this case, we will act separately. I will study the potions together with Professor Snape. I will leave the Black family's extension spell to you."

After making the preliminary plan, Ian felt that the pressure on his body suddenly became much lighter.

……

After leaving Dumbledore's office, he apparated directly back to his dormitory tower.

A person is lying on the bed reviewing the exchange just now.

a long time.

"It's true that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure..." Ian's sigh sounded in the quiet dormitory.

He really loves this feeling now. He obviously has ceiling-level strength, but he doesn't need to bear the corresponding responsibilities.

Because in front of him, there were already two big guys who pushed forward without hesitation, and they did so willingly and happily.

Grindelwald was for wizards, and Dumbledore was for Muggles. At this moment, he really saw the famous scene of the old man aiming for a thousand miles.

"Hope everything goes well..."

Although things are currently developing for the better, he has not become optimistic because of this.

Although there is magic here, he also feels the same way about the aggressiveness and evolutionary speed of fungi. A world that is decades ahead of the technology here has no ability to resist in front of fungi.

"Shuffling the cards seems inevitable. I hope there will be less bloodshed..."

One thing Ian knew very well. The HP world will definitely face a reshuffle.

Among them, wizards are bound to rise.

Now he hoped that this would happen gently and slowly, giving him more time to prepare.

After all, under this general trend, no one can be spared, and we can only save some innocent people as much as possible.

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